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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.