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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Japan,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.