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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.