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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Mars,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Wings,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.