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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
the Normal,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.