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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.