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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
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.