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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.