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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.