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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lalann 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.