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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.