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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Suicide,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.