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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo 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.