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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.