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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.