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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.