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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.