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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.