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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.