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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.