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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.