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 Iceland 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.