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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.