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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 oboe 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.