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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Japan,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
X-102,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.