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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.