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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.