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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.