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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.