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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Wings,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.