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 India and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
MC5,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.