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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.