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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.