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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Drive Like Jehu 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?
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.