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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Scientists,
UT,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.