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 Japan 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.