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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.