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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Can,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.