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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.