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 Gambia and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 clarinet 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.