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 Nicaragua 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest 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?
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.