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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.