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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.