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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.