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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.