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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.