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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.