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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Aswad,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.