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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 808 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.