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 Antigua 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.