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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.