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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.