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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.