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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.