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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.