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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.