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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
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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.