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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.