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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Sound,
New Order,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.