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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.