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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.