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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Monolake 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Swans,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.