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 Chile 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
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.