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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.