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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.