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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.