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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.