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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.