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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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-102. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Can,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Index,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.