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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.