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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.