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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Television,
ABC,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.