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 St Lucia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.