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 Azerbaijan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.