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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.