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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.