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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.