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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.