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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
the Swans,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.