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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.