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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Fear,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.