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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.