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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.