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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.