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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
EPMD,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.