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 Bahrain 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
JFA,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.