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 Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Crime,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.