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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.