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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.