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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.