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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Wings,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.