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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.