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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.