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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 güiro 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.