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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.