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 Uganda 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.