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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mantronix 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.