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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motions to the funk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.