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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Visage,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.