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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.