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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.