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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.