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 United States and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
10cc,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.