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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.