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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.