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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Index,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
PIL,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.