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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.