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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.