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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Can,
JFA,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.