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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.