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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.