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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.