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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
PIL,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.