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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.