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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.