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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Cameo,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.