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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.