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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 Shoche 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.