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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.