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 Azerbaijan and from Halifax.
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 Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.