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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.