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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.