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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.