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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.