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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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?
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.