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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.