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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.