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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
PIL,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.