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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.