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 Congo 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.