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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
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The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.