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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.