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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.