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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.