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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Index,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.