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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.