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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 güiro 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
UT,
MDC,
June Days,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.