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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.