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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.