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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.