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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.