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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.