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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Gong,
PIL,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.