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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.