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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
The Index,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.