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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Smog,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.