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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.