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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Mars,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.