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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon 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 Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.