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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.