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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.