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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.