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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.