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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.