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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.