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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.