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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.