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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.