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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.