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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
DNA,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.