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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Quantec,
The Move,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.