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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.