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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.