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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.