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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Organ,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.