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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.