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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.