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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.