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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Little Man,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.