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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
UT,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.