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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.