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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Television,
John Holt,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.