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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.