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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.