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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.