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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.