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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Swans,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.