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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.