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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.