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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.