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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.