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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Television,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.