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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.