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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.