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 Moldova and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.