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 Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.