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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.