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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.