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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.