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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.