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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.