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 Namibia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.