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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.