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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.