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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette 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?
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Monks,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.