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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.