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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Oneida,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.