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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.