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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.