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 Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.