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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.