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 Gambia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.