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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 The Golliwogs to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Chrome,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.