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 the UAE 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.