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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Association,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.