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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Wake to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.