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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.