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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.