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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.