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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.