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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 Lyon and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Index,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.