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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.