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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.