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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.