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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.