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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.