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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.