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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Brick,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.