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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Evens,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
The Slits,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.