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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.