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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
The Busters,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.