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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Cowsills to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.