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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.