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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.