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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.