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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
AZ,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.