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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.