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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.