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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.