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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.