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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.