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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.