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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.