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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.