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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.