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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.