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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.