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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.