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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.