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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.