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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.