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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.