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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.