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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.