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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.