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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.