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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.