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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.