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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.