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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.