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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.