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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.