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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.