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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.