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 Honduras 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.