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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.