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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.