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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.