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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.