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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Mars,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.