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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
10cc,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.