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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.