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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.