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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.