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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Magma,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.