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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.