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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.