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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.