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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Groovy Waters 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.