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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.