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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.