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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.