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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.