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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.