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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Birthday Party to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.