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 Kenya 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.