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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.