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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.