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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.