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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.