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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.