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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Can,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.