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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.