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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.