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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
The Names,
New Order,
Suicide,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.