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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.