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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Doors to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.