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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.