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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.