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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.