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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Television,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
MC5,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.