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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
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.