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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.