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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.