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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 UT to the grime 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.