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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.