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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.