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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Visage,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.