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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.