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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.