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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.