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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Television,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.