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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.