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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.