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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.