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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.