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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.