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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.