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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.