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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
DNA,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.