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 Algeria 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.