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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
JFA,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.