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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.