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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.