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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.