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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.