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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.