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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.