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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.