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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.