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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Monolake,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.