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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.