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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.