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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Hashim to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.