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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.