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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.