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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Little Man,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.