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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.