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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Monks,
June Days,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.