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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.