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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.