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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.