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 France and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Can,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.