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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
CMW,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.