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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.