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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.