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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.