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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Nas,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.