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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.