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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.