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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
ABC,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.