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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.