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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.