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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
The Litter,
X-101,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.