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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.