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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.