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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
UT,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.