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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.