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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Franke,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.