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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.