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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.