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 Uganda and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.