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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.