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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.