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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Brick,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.