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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.