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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.