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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.