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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s 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 Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.