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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.