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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Henry Cow 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.