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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.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.