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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light 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 disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.