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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Suicide,
UT,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.