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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.