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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 The Human League to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.