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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.