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 Canada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
the Association,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.