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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.