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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.