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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Nas,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.