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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.