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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.