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 Mexico 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Television,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.