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 Uganda 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.