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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Can,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.