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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.