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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Pagans,
The Names,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.