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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
New Order,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.