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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.