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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
New Order,
John Holt,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.