Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.