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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.