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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Magma,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.