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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Unwound,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.