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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.