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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.