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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.