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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.