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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Index to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.