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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.