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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.