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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.