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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.