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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.