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 Belgium 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.