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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.