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 Barbados and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.