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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
EPMD,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.