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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
the Normal,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.