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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.