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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.