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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.