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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
CMW,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
MC5,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.