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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.