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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.