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 Paraguay 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Fear,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.