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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.