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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.