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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.