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 Nauru 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.