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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.