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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.