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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.