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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.