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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Can,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.