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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
The Litter,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.