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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.