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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.