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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Smoke to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pagans,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.