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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.