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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.