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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.