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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.