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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.