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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
cv313,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.