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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.