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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.