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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.