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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.