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 Sweden 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.