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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Skriet,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.