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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.