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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.