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 Tonga and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Cramps to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.