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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.