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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Move,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
DNA,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.