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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.