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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
10cc,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.