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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.