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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.