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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Tres Demented to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.