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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.