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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.