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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.