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 Sri Lanka 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Q65,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.