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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.