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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.