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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.