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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Can,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.