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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.