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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Mars,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.