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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.