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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Lindisfarne to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.