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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Ludus,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.