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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.