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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.