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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Franke,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.