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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.