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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.