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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Smog,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.