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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.