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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.