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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Faust,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.