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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.