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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.