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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
New Order,
Swans,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.