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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.