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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.