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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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?
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.