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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Nico,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.