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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.