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 Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
MC5,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.