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 Morocco 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Technova,
JFA,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.