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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Associates,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.