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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.