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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.