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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
JFA,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.