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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.