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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.