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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.