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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.