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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Crime,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.