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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Nico,
The Gories,
The Victims,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.