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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.