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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.