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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.