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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers 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?
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.