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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Smog,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.