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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.