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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.