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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Model 500,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.