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 Rwanda 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.