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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
The Sound,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.