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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.