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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.