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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Nas,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.