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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.