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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.