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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.