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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.