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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.