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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.