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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.