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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.