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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.