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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Gap Band 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.