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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Faust,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.