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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.