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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.