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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.