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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.